The autumn wind rolled up the leaves and ran on the streets of Bianliang City. Some of the leaves fell into the river beside the road, creating slight ripples. Yu Ho-chung and Chen Sifeng, whom he met by chance, were chatting in a restaurant while looking at the couple on the road below.
A young scholar in a green robe and a beautiful woman in white were walking side by side and talking softly. They seemed to be a young couple who loved each other very much. However, Yu Ho-chung knew the scholar, so he also knew that the woman beside him was actually a concubine.
The autumn was getting stronger, but the temperature had not turned cold yet. There were many pedestrians on the streets of Bianliang City. It was hard to describe what was going through Yu He's mind when he saw the couple. He was chatting with Chen Sifeng when his thoughts were interrupted. The thought of "he's back" flashed through his mind. But then, he picked up the topic he was talking about with Chen Sifeng.
Chen Sifeng also knew the scholar on the street, but for some reason, Yu Ho-chung did not remind him. They were childhood friends, but after coming to Bianliang, most of their contact was because of Shishi. At this time, both of them were married and had small official positions in the capital. They didn't have frequent interactions with each other. Today was a chance encounter, but the two of them only talked about trivial things like family affairs. Only when they were almost done talking would someone bring it up in a seemingly casual manner.
"… It was strange that she refused Zhou Bangyan in the summer."
"… Shishi's mind is not easy to guess."
"… Recently, many people have proposed marriage to her, but she has refused all of them. Does she want to be a nun?"
"… It's not impossible."
The two shook their heads and sighed. After changing the topic for a while, Chen Sifeng said, "Her relationship with Liheng is not the same."
"Liheng is too powerful. You and I can't participate in what he does. It makes sense that Shishi would discuss with him."
"Do you think Shishi wants to marry him?"
Chen Sifeng asked casually, and Yu Ho-chung also smiled casually, "Although Liheng is powerful, they don't seem to be the same."
"Yes, Liheng's wife is very powerful." Chen Sifeng nodded.
"Huh?"
"It's that girl called Su Tan 'er. Li Heng has not been in the capital recently, so she's helping to take care of the Bamboo Shop's business. I heard that she had a direct confrontation with Zuo Houwen. In the end, someone intervened and both sides ended in a draw. I don't know the details, but later, I found out a lot of messy things. "
Chen Sifeng's official rank in the capital was higher than that of Yu Hezhong, a small official in the Ministry of Revenue. He knew more inside information. He shook his head and said, "I heard that when Li Heng and his wife came to the capital, Zuo Houwen suppressed their family's cloth business. It has only been a year and the two sides are already fighting. Moreover, this is when Li Heng is not in the capital. That woman looks very young, and is only the mother of a two-year-old child. In fact, she is not easy to deal with. "
"So, if Shishi really wants to marry into the Ning family, there will be a good show to watch."
"As Brother Yu said, things are not like that. I think Shishi will not be so unwise."
Both of them were calm and indifferent when they talked about this matter. However, only they knew how they felt after they spoke. Not long after, the two who met by chance made an appointment to meet in the future, and then went their separate ways. Chen Sifeng left first, and after he left, Yu Ho-chung went downstairs.
He sighed and strolled in the direction of Fan Lou. There were all kinds of people on the road. Ning Yi and his concubine, Yunzhu, were nowhere to be seen. Chen Sifeng was also nowhere to be seen. Even he did not know what to do at Fan Lou.
A few days ago, he found an opportunity to ask for Shishi's hand in marriage. He had asked because of a moment of impulse, and it was an obsession that had been in his heart for many years. But after he opened his mouth, he knew that there would not be a definite answer. Shishi's rejection was very tactful, and it was very considerate of his feelings. It was not very embarrassing, but … … everything was gone with the autumn … …
All these years, he had gone from being high-spirited to having a family, a wife, and a child. His life was not very interesting, but at least he still had Shishi. He, Chen Sifeng, and the rest accompanied her. They grew up together, had gatherings together, and celebrated together. Even after marriage, as long as there were such things, life was not completely colorless. But, everything had an end.
Beside his boring wife and child, he could not find the feeling he had at Fan Lou. Most importantly, he could not find the feeling he had at Shishi's side. But in the past two years, he felt more and more clearly that Shishi would eventually have to marry. Once she left, everything would be like flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water, vanishing without a trace.
At that time, where would the things that could prove his past existence be?
He stood outside Fan Lou for a while. When he raised his head slightly, there were cold raindrops falling on his face.
It was really a cool autumn … …
*****
The autumn rain suddenly fell on the city of Bianliang and continued for a whole night. The next morning, rain clouds still covered the sky, making the light in the city dim. When Shishi came to the Ning's Mansion, some rooms in the courtyard were still lit. In the rain, the lights looked moist and warm.
The person who received her was Su Tan 'er. As the first wife of the family, at first glance, she did not give people too much pressure. In terms of figure, she was a little shorter than Yunzhu. Her hair was in a simple bun, and she wore a green autumn dress decorated with flowers. Her hands were slightly clenched and placed on both sides of her legs. Generally speaking, if the hands were placed together, it would be more unapproachable. But if they were placed separately, they would appear unguarded, soft, and even a little naive.
But Shishi still remembered that she was not like this the last few times she saw her. She could go to Fan Lou to discuss business with Mama Lee when Ning Yi was not around. She could control Takeshi's power and fight against Zuo Houwen. Shishi once saw her by the stairs outside Daxing Temple when she went out of the city to pray. The woman squatted on the ground and stretched out a hand for the child named Ning Xi to run over. She was not plump, and some parts looked no different from a young girl. Her smile was warm and soft, but Shishi knew that this woman had power.
But at this time, she hid everything. Maybe Ning Yi had already gone home … She must know what had happened …
"… Liheng went to the Prime Minister's Mansion early in the morning. But there should not be much to do today. He will be back soon. It is raining heavily now. Miss Shishi, stay here and wait for him. "
In the warm light and the autumn rain that enveloped everything, Tan 'er said so. Then, she asked someone to serve tea and snacks …
In the Prime Minister's Mansion, in the study, Ning Yi, Qin Siyuan, Yao Zunian, Ji Kun and the others met and greeted them.
"… That person called Luo Jinyan, after he was imprisoned, he committed suicide to escape punishment. Speaking of which, Liheng really had foresight towards Qin Huizhi … "
The topic started with small talk. After that, everyone was not in high spirits. Their faces showed complicated expressions. Some were silent, some smiled coldly. After a while, Qin Siyuan smiled.
"No matter what, Liheng is finally back. Sit, sit, there is a lot of things to do. Let's all discuss it … "
The rolling rain clouds stretched across thousands of miles of land to the south of this land. Beside a small town called Qinkou, rain fell, yellow leaves piled up on the ground.
Fresh blood flowed in the water and was soon diluted. In the morning, on the long street in the rain, a figure carrying a bag stood there, facing the small green sedan carried by four men.
The bundle on his back was very long. There were sabers, spears, swords, halberds, and all kinds of weapons. Not far away, on the wall of the street, there was a woman carrying a pair of mandarin duck blades on her back. She slowly walked over the mud wall.
This was a stronghold of the Great Radiant Sect.
"Chen Fan." From the small green sedan, the old woman's voice slowly said this name. "You are really tired of living."
"Sikong Nan." In the rain, the man called Chen Fan faced the female Grandmaster who had been famous in the Pugilistic World for decades. He smiled and said, "You said that in the Pugilistic World, the new generation will always bury the old. Maybe you are mistaken. We were not stopped by you. This time, we came for you … to avenge my master. "
"Fang Qifo …" Sikong Nan said this name. "Avenge him? Do you think your martial arts skills are enough?"
"I don't know." Chen Fan carried the bag and walked forward. "But you are old, and I am still young … I will not give you the chance to die of old age."
As he stepped on the flowing water, the murderous atmosphere had already solidified. Chen Fan's clothes were already wet from the rain, but his body was well-proportioned and strong. With every step he took, he seemed to be more stable and determined. After a while, he tilted his head.
"Oh, right, there is something I think I should tell you. Sometimes, Master would talk to me about taking over the Manichean Sect. He usually doesn't talk about you, but when he brings it up, I feel that his feelings towards you are very strange. I think he likes you. This is the matter of the older generation. The Sage Duke has passed away, Master has passed away, and you are about to leave as well. But before you die, I still feel that it is necessary to tell you this. "
The small green sedan was silent for a moment.
"But now, I feel that Master's taste is really not that good. Because the last time I saw you, I wanted to say … Old woman, you are really ugly … "
With an angry roar, the moment the bag on his back was thrown forward, a figure rushed out from the small green sedan. "Impudent …"
The cloth was unfolded, swords, spears, axes, hooks, tridents, whips, hammers … All kinds of weapons flew into the sky. Sikong Nan's figure slashed through the curtain of rain and rushed through the weapons. In mid-air, it was like an extremely fierce claw of an ancient demon, whistling down!
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